"What color is this? It seems very special."
"This is Night Purple, which is an extremely condensed purple that is close to the color of night." As he said this, the owner carefully picked up a vase and placed it on the table.
The entire vase is very dark in color, almost black, but upon closer inspection it is not black but a very delicate purple, giving people a sense of dignified and elegant beauty.
Hmm, that seems pretty good too. A look of delight appeared in Loran Hill's eyes. Although she wasn't after fame or fortune, she did have her own little hobbies, like this glazed, precipitated color. Back in the forest, she'd also made things she loved.
"This, this, and this." Loran Hill thought, and ordered a set of each of the three styles.
"Okay, please wait."
The shop owner happily asked the girl to sit for a while, then carefully took out the porcelain and brought in a wooden box from the back room. There were many compartments in it, which were just right for displaying the porcelain.
After putting the porcelain pieces away, he poured in a bag of smoked dried flowers to reduce the impact of the porcelain pieces, and then closed the box and locked it.
"Where do you want to take you? I can call a carriage for you." The innkeeper was quite knowledgeable and saw that the girl was not a local, so he asked about the inn where she was staying.
"That's not necessary. If I want to go to Zhaoye Palace, just tell me how to get there." Only then did Loran Hill reveal his identity.
Looking at the gardenia yellow token, the shop owner was a little surprised, and then nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"So the young lady is from the Xiangyu Sect, no wonder she is so graceful. As for the money, just give her whatever you want. The Xiangyu Sect and the Zhaoye Palace are one family, and we townspeople often receive favors from them." Originally, seeing that the girl was innocent, he wanted to ask for a higher price, but he didn't expect that the other party had an extraordinary background, so he gave up the idea.
"Don't be so polite." Loran Hill shook her head slightly. She didn't want to take advantage of such a small thing, and she really liked it besides.
Such porcelain is also made by craftsmen who have spent a lot of time and effort. If they cannot make more money, they will probably have little motivation to continue to study it in the future.
Besides, she didn't think that because she was a Transcendent, she was superior and deserved special treatment. Compared to those who worked hard, perhaps their efforts and struggles were no less than hers, and she was just better-endowed and better-off.
After asking questions, Loran Hill took out three golden plates from his arms and placed them in the hands of the shopkeeper.
"How can we do this? After all, it's not something special and we can't afford such a high price." The shop owner was a little hesitant when he saw it.
Even if he sold these things at a higher price outside, they would only be worth one gold plate at most, but now this girl gave him three.
"It's nothing, just accept it. I hope I can see such beautiful porcelain again when I come next time." Loran Hill smiled, waved his hand, and flew into the sky covered by the shade of trees with the wooden box.
Looking at the receding figure, the store manager stood in front of the open space for a long time, holding the three gold coins. For some reason, a strange feeling surged in his heart.
When did I start to learn these mercenary words... Maybe it was the year after my father passed away. I had to take over this shop. Unfortunately, my craftsmanship is not that good and is far inferior to my father's.
Later, I had to learn from outside experience, started decorating, and studied the art of selling. My skills basically didn't improve much, and I kept making the same few kinds of porcelain. When my father and grandfather were alive, the porcelain in this workshop had more than a dozen types, but hundreds.
Although many people have come to buy over the years, it's ultimately just a transaction, with the inevitable verbal exchanges, compromises, and bargaining. In the end, after all the effort of negotiating, I just feel that those people are just buying it to pretend to be elegant, and I have to make up all kinds of stories to beautify it.
But this time it seemed different, not only did she not bargain, but the other party even gave her several times more. And it was obvious that the girl really liked it.
A faint sense of pride and satisfaction rises in my heart.
"Oh, I feel like I'm going crazy again. I'd better go back and clean up." Although he said this, his footsteps unknowingly stopped in front of a dusty cabinet door. He opened the door, and several old notebooks were revealed. The familiar scribbled handwriting in them caught his eye. These were the notes he wrote when he was young and learning from his father.
It's been so long since I've done this. Should I practice again? Maybe I'll run into such a generous customer next time.
Stroking the dusty manual notes, he sat back on the wooden chair and flipped through them quietly instead of taking a nap like before.
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